This is a song about "Bands brother poles"

To my own fucking brother

Just to let you know, you are

She was lucky, so was her brother

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

We getting money, you can face the facts

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,